WHEN A FRIEND DIES

by 
Gwen Austin

Copyright 1998

We are sorrow-filled,
yet we would not have willed
continued suffering-pain.
And lo, good memories 
are our gain.

After the ache and horror
of a friend ascending
from this life,
we eagerly await the morrow
of good memories.

We dare not ask �why?�
a friend must die.
It is the fate
we all await.

So we count our blessing
of good memories
of the friend
who�s just �round the bend.

When we water dahlias and roses,
we remember.
When we see his whimisical gift--
a stuffed angel bear--
we remember.

When we gaze across the bay
where he, too, gazed one day,
we remember.

When we write,
 e-mail
 or phone other friends,
we remember.

Each Fourth of July
we�ll remember
our final visit together.

When a friend dies,
we remember.






Sunset picture and rippling lake courtesy of David Griffiths.
 The button below will take you to his page.



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